Last night, walking the dog.
A crescent moon in the sky. Airplanes in the distance following an invisible line that will cause them to bank before being on course to land at Sky Harbor. A neighbor several doors down has a giant ghost which, puffed up by air, towers over the street.
I carry a flashlight because coyotes occasionally visit the area. They probably own it after midnight. No sign tonight. Not even other dogs and this is a neighborhood of dog walkers.
I was in a meeting this morning which sparked memories of an investigation in Germany several decades ago. A sordid matter. A bizarre briefing. An illogical set of recommendations which needed to be reversed at headquarters. And a stroll down a cobblestone street in Heidelberg to a spot where we had undercover agents.
You forget things but then they come back at odd times, such as while you walk the dog.